Paranoia could almost not help being fun.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Jack didn't really seem to need players for his story.
Much like somebody else we could mention and his home-brewed system.
The computer knows all. The computer is your friend. It is illegal to belong to a secret society. You must belong to one. Ah yes.
"What is your mutant power?"
"I don't have a mutant power, Friend Computer."
"All citizens must have a mutant power."
"Oh, in that case, my mutant power is to levitate small cubes of cheese to a height of no greater than four feet."
"MUTANT! YOU MUST BE DESTROYED!"
"*sigh*. Yes, Friend Computer."
I've got a warm fuzzy feeling now.
I don't know what you're doing to that cat, ND, but it's probably illegal.
I'm going to make him play first edition Star Frontiers.
Okay, I'm sure that's illegal.
It at least a dozen states.
Some geek Senator from one of the eastern states proposed legislation making the forcing of cats to play first ed. Star Frontiers a federal crime.
It was voted down because, like, one other guy knew what the hell he was talking about.